Chapter 4

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(Harry's POV)

"She's not allergic to anything Perrs." I said as I walked into the kitchen to see Perrie searching in her secret cabinet.

"Perfect! She's gunna love my spaghetti then!" Perrie started to pull apart box after box of various spaghetti.

"You're really making your special spaghetti?" I asked aloud and saw Perrs freeze from beating the dough.

"Harry, she's your sister. This is her first night away from where she grew up, and that's a far way away from her mum as well. I think she deserves to be celebrated for being strong." Perrie stared deep into my eyes, and I knew that I had been acting kinda douche-ish.

"I'll apologize to her tonight. I didn't think about how bad it must be for her." I stared at the floor now, 'How am I going to make this up to her?'

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I'm really sorry for this one being short, I had plans but then my phone was taken away and I forgot what I was going to do. I'm just going to move on in the story. forgive me for the inconvenience I promise to have a second chapter up by no late than tomorrow.

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